She beat the happy pavèment
By such a star made firmament
Which now no more the roof envies!
s up high, with Atlas
Bearing the brighter, nobler heaven,
And, in her, all the deities.
Each step trod out a Lover's thought,
And the ambitious hopes he brought
Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts,
Such sweet command and gentle awe,
As, when she ceased, we sighing saw
The floor lay paved with broken hearts.
-- by Richard Lovelace (1618-1658). When I read the second stanza I am reminded of Sylvie Guillem, greatest and most moving dancer of our age: in her Juliet, her Manon, everything she does.